Nina loved Oxford. She loved the creak of the staircase that led to this office, the treads warped from centuries of scholarly footsteps. She loved the city, with its winding cobblestone paths and quaint bakeries, a place that had remained seemingly untouched by the passing of time. It had been freezing when she arrived, and as she’d wandered the snowy, fairy-tale campus, she’d wrapped Jamie’s scarf tighter around her neck and thought how lucky she was to be here.
